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telling me this was just a sugar-coated rejection, but my heart was screaming at me to believe him.  “Okay.  I don’t really understand what you’re saying, but I love our coffee dates too.  So, friends it is.”  I held out my hand and he shook it, relief evident in his warm smile.
    After that day, we continued to meet for coffee and chat, but he never walked me to my class again or touched me in any way, even casually.  On Friday afternoon of our fourth week of coffee dates I practically skipped into Starbucks and took my seat at our table.  Wyatt grinned at my energy, “You’re happy today.  Glad it’s Friday?”  I took a sip of my coffee and smiled back at him, “I’m glad my junior year is almost over.  I just had my last class until September.  I don’t have my late class today, and all I have left are two final exams on Monday.”
    His smile faltered for a moment, but he quickly recovered and replied, “So, what are your plans for the summer?”  He tried to sound normal, but I could tell by the strain in his voice that something was wrong.  Was he sad our coffee dates would be over soon?  The thought had been lingering in the back of my mind all week, and even though he had made it clear before that we were just friends, I was constantly hoping he would change his mind.
    “Well, Lindsay’s parents have a house in the Hamptons, so we are going there on Tuesday for a week before Lindsay has to be back in the city for her summer internship.  I have a big research paper to do this summer.  I will be applying to grad schools next year, so I hope to get my paper done and hopefully published before then.”
    He nodded, “The Hamptons, huh?”  He rubbed the back of his neck nervously and stood up, pulling his phone out of his pocket.  “Will you excuse for a minute?  I need to make a quick call.”
    “Sure,” I replied.  I watched him walk outside before dialing and holding the phone up to his ear.  His expression was serious and his brow was furrowed, and when he glanced at me through the window, I quickly turned back to the table not wanting him to see me watching.  He returned to the table a few minutes later, “Sorry about that.  So with finals on Monday, I assume you’ll be studying all weekend?”
    “Yup, I don’t plan to leave my apartment until Monday morning.”  He looked out the window lost in thought for a moment, and then his eyes swung back to mine.  My breath caught in my throat at the intensity of his gaze as he studied me.  “Do you have to start studying t oday, or would you be willing to spend the afternoon with me?  There’s something I wanted to talk to you about.”
    Oh, that was not what I expected him to say, but I could barely contain the grin that broke out over my face.  I shrugged my shoulders, trying for nonchalant, “Um, sure.  What do you have in mind?”  He smiled and looked relieved, “Well, it’s a nice day out.  How about we head over to the park and enjoy the sunshine.”
    “Okay, let’s go,” I said standing up and grabbing my bag and my iced coffee.
    We walked outside and headed in the direction of central campus.  The sidewalk was bustling with people but Wyatt strolled along leisurely and took my hand to guide me around a group of people stopped at a food stand.  He loosened his hold on my hand when we were around the group, allowing me to drop my hand if I wanted.  When I didn’t he laced our fingers together and squeezed my hand, smiling over at me.  I smiled back, almost giddy with anticipation for how the afternoon might turn out.
    Up until this moment I would have agreed that we were just friends, but now we were crossing over the line of friendship into something else.  I mean, friends don’t walk down the street holding hands, right?  We walked the few blocks in silence with Wyatt running his thumb gently over my hand in a soothing rhythm.  He looked deep in thought, so I remained silent and enjoyed the warm